A young woman, about 17 or 18 years old, with black hair, stood 5'2" (1.58 m) tall and had heterochromatic eyes—one green and one brown—walked through a dark forest. She wore a knee-length skirt, simple clothing, and a red hood; she held a shotgun in one hand and walked toward a specific point.
Behind her, a robust man, about 6'10" (2.1 m) tall, followed. His red hair covered his eyes; he wore jeans and a plaid shirt and carried a bag in one hand.
The young woman felt a reaction with every step she took. These instincts guided her toward her objective: to see the anomaly.
After walking for a while, she reached a ravine. At the edge stood a figure, completely hooded, whose silhouette was obscured.
"So here you are, Avenger," the young woman declared, preparing her broom.
"So here you are, Avenger." The figure didn't turn around; it only looked back, revealing a clear blue eye that stared directly at the two who had found it.
...
"So we won't be staying here?" Saber asked Reines.
"Yes, for now it's best to try and gather information; we've already tracked almost all of England, it's just a matter of finding the monsters' base and then we'll all go together to attack," Reines explained to Saber and Lancer, who were already in their armor since they thought he was going to find the enemy and eliminate them.
"I would have liked to do reconnaissance," Lancer said, somewhat disheartened.
"Bazett is watching the catacombs and Animusphere is doing reconnaissance; that fellow from the church and I are staying here to make sure there's no surprise attack from them. Once they've made one, they could change positions tomorrow," Reines said, sitting down as a servant poured him tea.
"Ah," Saber simply said listlessly upon hearing this.
...
Kiss-shot was seen recoiling from the barrage of blows and lightning that appeared before her.
Using her flexibility, she was able to dodge them all, but the deep electrical current from the blows was affecting her.
"I'm not finished yet," the berserker declared, spinning his axe and striking Kiss-shot, sending her flying into the forest and crashing into several trees.
Kiss-shot got up, finding her arms and part of her chest completely destroyed; as she did, her body froze intermittently.
Berserker might not be very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but that didn't diminish his immense strength, and his lightning/electricity attacks were both annoying and lethal.
If a full-power lightning bolt hit her, she could even be destroyed, but the real issue was whether he was the one carrying it.
The vampire leaped high into the air, soaring into the sky, where Berserker spotted her.
"Now it's my turn to attack." With that said, Kiss-Shot created a massive fireball and hurled it at her opponent.
Berserker reacted quickly, leaping back and dodging the huge explosion that erupted where he stood.
"You're slow," a voice said from behind Berserk.
He whirled around, swinging his lightning-coated axe, but the vampire simply moved her body to avoid it.
Kiss-Shot opened her palm, transforming it into a blade, which she plunged into Berserker's chest.
The warrior couldn't dodge the blow, causing him to vomit blood onto the ground.
The woman with a heart of steel watched this without surprise, only to open her eyes wide when her opponent grabbed her arm tightly.
"I still have more to prove," she said, engulfing her entire body and the surrounding area in lightning.
Kiss-Shot's body began to be electrocuted and burned; She tried to shake Berserker off, but he wouldn't let go.
With a swift movement, she severed her own arm, leaping backward, but her body remained paralyzed.
"Heh, it's time to show how my golden power is the most epic and amazing in the world!" Berserker exclaimed, raising his axe and stomping on the blade.
The axe crackled with an intense lightning bolt, propelling Berserker to a blazing leap above Kiss-Shot, who was still unable to move.
"Behold my great golden attack, Golden Spark!" Berserker declared, crashing to the ground with a powerful blow that obliterated everything around him, accompanied by a massive, destructive lightning bolt that ignited Kiss-Shot.
I barely managed a scream as her body was disintegrated by the force of the attack, the entire area glowing brightly.
Once the light faded, all that remained was a weary Berserker staring at the spot where he had struck. He still had a nasty wound on his chest, but it seemed to have no effect on him.
"One down," he said, practically lowering his guard, only to tense up when he heard applause.
"That was an incredible attack. I wasn't expecting a finishing move. I don't know if any Servant could survive that kind of attack unscathed," a female voice said.
Berserker turned around, wide-eyed, as Kiss-Shot stopped clapping.
"How?" the Gold Saint asked.
"If you want, I'll show you," Kiss-Shot replied, smiling kindly as she severed one arm and threw it away. Then, she summoned fire in her remaining hand and attacked herself.
Her entire body began to burn and was destroyed, only for the arm she had thrown away to regenerate at superhuman speed. It took only two seconds for Kiss-Shot to emerge from that severed arm completely unharmed.
"That's how it was," she said, showing that she had no injuries.
Earlier, when Kiss-shot severed his arm, the hand that had been in Berserker's chest was pulled free and thrown away, unaware that this would give his opponent the chance to survive his Noble Phantasm.
...
A black cat with red eyes could be seen darting back and forth across several buildings, hoping to lose the woman chasing it, but its luck wasn't very good anyway.
"To the right, in the second building as you come in," Archer told Bazett, directing her into the hallway. She saw the black cat staring at her in a panic.
She quickly tried to hit the cat, only for it to leap and land on her face, then use that momentum to dash behind her.
Bazett could only stare in astonishment as the cat miraculously dodged all her attacks.
Without wasting a moment, she followed the cat, only to feel something strike her roughly and brutally as she turned another corner, sending her flying.
"Master," came Archer's voice, and with lightning speed and reflexes, he materialized to catch Bazett.
Archer was a tall, dark-haired man with black hair, dressed in white.
"I'm fine," Bazett said, wiping the blood trickling from her lip, only for them both to see the red-eyed kangaroo making boxing-like movements.
The cat was gone.
Just as Bazett turned to follow her prey, it had transformed into a kangaroo, balanced on its tail, and kicked her with both paws.
Archer looked at the animal, clearly a Servant, and summoned his bow.
Seeing this, the confidently moving kangaroo stopped dead in its tracks.
The Servant quickly drew his bow and fired several spectral arrows in the kangaroo's direction, only for it to transform into a squirrel and scurry away.
"Archer," Bazett said.
"I'll take care of this," he said simply, leaping across the buildings behind the mangy animal.
...
Berserker tried to slice Kiss-Shot in half, but Kiss-Shot ducked, deflecting the blow and positioning himself to deliver an uppercut.
The golden warrior was sent flying into the sky, only to see a red blur rise into the air.
In the starlit night, Kiss-Shot's arms were engulfed in flames, and Berserker was suddenly bombarded by a barrage of punches.
The impact with the ground was brutal; the entire area was torn apart and filled with smoke and debris.
Kiss-Shot landed calmly, showing no signs of fatigue.
Through the smoke, Berserker's body was completely red and covered in wounds.
He gasped and stared at his opponent, his youthful features gone; he looked at him seriously.
Seeing the challenge in the blond's eyes, Kiss-Shot simply smiled, then stopped abruptly. He looked at the area where several explosions could be seen and then back at Berserker.
"It'll have to be another time," he said, only for a magic circle to appear at his feet.
Out of nowhere, Kiss-hot was replaced by a shadow with his exact likeness, and the magic circle created a massive explosion.
Berserkser shielded his eyes from the blast.
"I see you didn't have a good time," a man's voice said from not far away.
When the golden warrior looked toward the voice, he saw someone he recognized as one of the clock tower masters, a man with white hair and a braid.
"I just lacked style, that's all," Berserkser replied, smoothing his hair with both hands as his body returned to normal.
The truth was, he was grateful they had come to help him, since his golden spark only had 2 cartridges left out of the 15 he possessed.
...
Archer aimed his bow, and multiple arrows flew toward the squirrel, which thrashed about as if its life depended on it—and it certainly looked that way.
Only then did Archer aim again, but he realized something: he couldn't sense it anymore.
"What happened, Archer?" Bazett asked, arriving where her servant was.
"It escaped," he said simply, sheathing his bow to look at his master. "Let's see how that golden fool is doing."
Bazett just nodded.
...
The hooded figure, now known as Avenger, was seen running through the trees, only to see the burly man swinging his two-handed axe.
Quickly, using his bow, he stopped the attack, creating a shockwave.
They both began to struggle, with the lumberjack slowly gaining the upper hand.
Out of nowhere, the young woman appeared from behind a tree, firing her shotgun at Avenger.
He leaped into the air, landing on a tree branch.
While airborne, the person's build and figure became clear, revealing her to be a woman.
"Why are you here?" the young woman exclaimed, looking at Avenger, but he didn't answer, only stared at her.
"Ruler, you'd better mind your own business, unless you want to see someone die a quick death." Her threat came as she drew her bow.
But she didn't continue her attack, as the lumberjack appeared above her, attempting to strike her with his axe.
Avenger dodged the attack, watching as the floor cracked the moment the lumberjack's axe hit the ground.
"My job is to deal with the anomalies of this war and ensure the rules aren't broken," the young woman declared, glaring at her opponent.
"Then you should go after them, not me," Avenger said, staring at a specific spot.
"I know, but I'll take care of you first." At that, she aimed her shotgun again, only to miss.
"What a terrible weapon to use this time," Avenger sneered.
The young woman, now known as Ruler, could only click her tongue.
"It's pretty obvious something like this was going to happen if you used it for long-range attacks," she tried to defend herself, but it didn't look that way.
The lumberjack appeared behind Ruler, ready to attack.
Avenger, drawing her bow, began to magically fletch her arrows.
Ruler, knowing this wouldn't work, decided to end it quickly.
"Go," she told the lumberjack, who, with great speed, cut down the tree where Avenger was standing, expecting her to fall and slice him in two.
But she simply jumped to another tree.
And so they continued cutting down tree after tree.
Ruler, knowing this wasn't working, jumped into a tree herself, hoping to meet her head-on and shoot her.
Avenger was just staring at the lumberjack, who was slicing through tree trunks as if they were sheets of paper, when she looked ahead and saw Ruler pointing her shotgun at her.
"Die," she practically demanded, but to her horror, Avenger double-jumped, dodging the shotgun blast. She also took a direct hit from Avenger, sending her crashing to the ground.
Ruler got up angrily.
"You're definitely a Ruler, you look too weak for one." Avenger's taunt made her eyes bloodshot.
Ruler rolled up her sleeves, revealing ten Command Seals on each arm.
"By this Command Seal, I order you to..." She didn't finish her sentence, because the moment she saw Ruler's movement, Avenger vanished.
The young woman could only sigh in defeat, having failed in her mission to eliminate the anomaly.
The lumberjack appeared behind the young woman, only for her to glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Were you always this useless? Just like you died; I expected nothing less," Ruler said to her other half of the summoning.
It only grunted softly, making Ruler sigh again.
"It doesn't matter; we won't hold back with the next threat," Ruler ordered, just as she looked at the place Avenger was referring to. The base of the true ancestors.
...
"How did it go?" Altrouge asked, noticing the arrival of Caster and her companion.
"More or less. It was as you said, with a master, but while we were fighting them, reinforcements arrived, so we decided to retreat," Caster explained, being supported by Kiss-Shot.
"If you had fought too, then maybe I could have done more," Rizo complained, still looking at Caster as a cat.
"You overestimate me," Caster replied, since with the Servant who came to accompany Marusburi, not to mention that there would be a total of four Servants against one, if you consider Caster and Kiss-Shot as one, it wouldn't have ended well, especially on our side.
"Then it's our turn," said Assassin of Vlov, standing up.
"Calm your tempers; it's getting light; it's best to wait until nightfall," Caster said, pointing to the window, showing that dawn was breaking. "For now, we have Sakata Kintoki as the Servant on the Clock Tower side, and if I die in the Mahabharata, he has Arjuna as his archer."
"Hmm, that could be bad," Alcatraz said, still playing on the computer. "According to the story, his Noble Phantasm should be the Pashupata, a weapon of mass destruction; luckily, some of our Servants aren't exactly heroic, so the trial shouldn't affect them." As he said this, he looked specifically at Assassin, who smiled.
"Are you sure it's Arjuna?" Rita asked.
"50 out of 50," Caster replied, settling into Kiss-Shot's body. "I've done my job; don't bother us again for another 1000 years."
Altrouge clicked his tongue at this.
"It doesn't matter; we have the other servants; besides, we're much stronger than the mages; we can easily defeat them," Altrouge declared, prompting everyone to nod in agreement. "We hope it will be nightfall so that everyone can play their part properly."
With that said, Altrouge left the room, followed by Curly and Carmilla.
...
It was already daylight; Saber could be seen walking through the corridors of the clock tower. She paused to look out at the city.
Saber still remembered what her kingdom was like, what Camelot was like; she had never seen it in its full glory, but she had also never seen it destroyed as her successor had done.
This made her think of her three children, especially her daughters, who had been passed off as men.
Faced with these memories, she could only shake her head; it was all in the past.
But the truth was, she knew she had a dream, and that was to have lived a little longer, to have seen the glory her son or daughter had achieved, to have been able to advise them, and even, if life allowed it, to have been able to prevent the fall of Camelot, but that was asking too much. Just to live a little longer was all she asked.
"Remembering past glories," a somewhat mocking voice said not far away.
Saber looked ahead to see a man dressed in a very modern style; If someone saw him at first glance, they'd think he was a young man trying to look cool or something, especially with his boyish smile. He has short, wavy, dark red hair and yellowish eyes.
"Something like that," Saber said listlessly.
"I was just passing by, and I'm letting you know that this time you'll be guarding the Holy Grail while Berserker and I scour the city for information and, if possible, any enemies," he told her.
"Who decided that?" Saber asked.
"Those guys in the clock tower, so you could say it's orders from higher up," he explained as he walked past him.
"It's a shame, because with me there, all the enemies will be defeated, since that's what motivated me to do it, so all the fun will be mine alone." With that, the guy left.
"Don't think all this is going to be easy, Rider," Saber said, heading off to the other side in search of Reines and Lancer.